All Chapters of Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Tyrone's POV I woke up on the office couch with a kink in my neck and the taste of bad coffee still in my mouth from the night before. The sky outside the window was just starting to lighten. I sat up, rubbed my face, and stood . My back ached, the couch was not built for sleeping. The connecting door to the bedroom was still closed. I opened it quietly. Valeria was just stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and another twisted around her hair, steam followed her out. She froze when she saw me. “Good Morning,” I said. “You slept in there?" "Yeah, would not recommend." On the bed, a neat pile of clothes had been laid out. Blouse, tailored pants, low heels. My grandmother’s taste, clean lines and sxpensive fabric. Valeria looked at the clothes, then at me. “She’s going to keep doing this, isn’t she?” "Probably," I said. She didn't say anything. I walked past her into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower. Hot water helped the sti

Valeria's POV I tried to keep my face neutral. “Good morning to you too, Stella.” "Don't 'good morning' me She blocked my path, eyes wide, coffee forgotten in her hand. “You got married. To Tyrone Yates? The Tyrone Yates. When the hell did you even start dating him? because as far as I knew two weeks ago you were still complaining about him being late to his own follow-ups." “It’s recent," I said. “Recent enough that I, your actual best friend, wasn’t invited?". She shook her head. "Not even a text? Not even a ‘hey, I’m doing something insane today’ warning?” I kept walking toward the staff entrance but she matched my pace. "There wasn't a planned date," I said. "There wasn't really a wedding, in the traditional sense. It was small. Fast." Stella grabbed my arm and pulled me into the empty consult alcove near the elevators. "We both know you hate rushed decisions," She said. "Does this have anything to do with the hospital? I heard something this morning. Finance sen

Valeria's POV The car pulled away from the curb and neither of us said a word. I stared straight ahead at the back of the driver's headrest, hyperaware of everything, the leather seat under my thighs, the way Tyrone's leg sat maybe six inches from mine. My mouth still felt swollen and lips still tingled a little. I kept replying Maxwell's face going from smug to stunned in about half a second, the exact moment Tyrone's hand had landed hard on my waist and pulled me in, the way his mouth had felt against mine, and then the bite. Somewhere in the middle of that kiss I'd just stopped thinking entirely, and now there was an actual cut on my fake husband's mouth because I couldn't control myself in a hospital parking lot. I snuck a glance at him. He was looking out the window, jaw set, one hand resting on his knee, not looking at me at all, which somehow made the silence worse instead of better. The city lights slid across his face in strips as we moved, and I found myself star

Tyrone's POV “How bad is it?” I asked. "Three board members have already emailed," Melissa replied. "People are asking whether the money was a condition of the wedding. Right now the public story is a whirlwind romance but the private story is a contract. If the board starts digging, the contract becomes a problem.” I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my eyes. “Who’s leading the questions?” “Daniel O’Neal," She replied. "He's asking for a full breakdown of the Yates Foundation’s decision process.” "Okay, set it up." I rubbed a hand over my face. "Anything else." "Yes," she said carefully. "Your cousin has been making calls. Kelvin reached out to two board members directly, asking questions about your finances and your, and your decision. He’s pushing the custody team to request an emergency review.” "Of course he is," I said. "Kelvin never wasted an opportunity, when it came to Belle’s trust funds. Schedule the board call for tomorrow morning and tell legal to prepare

Tyrone's POV I lowered Belle on the bed as carefully as I could. She made a small sound and turned onto her side, but her eyes stayed closed. Valeria moved in right away and pulled the blanket up to Belle’s shoulders, smoothed it once, then tucked Sir Reginald under the little girl’s arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Val…” Belle mumbled something without waking.. Valeria froze for a second, then brushed a strand of hair off Belle’s forehead. “Sleep," She said quietly. "We’re right here.” Belle’s breathing stayed deep and even. One of her hands twitched once against the blanket and then went still. Valeria kept her fingers lightly on the little girl’s hair for another few seconds. She finally straightened up, smoothed the blanket one last time, and moved away from the bed. We left the room without speaking. The hallway was darker than before. Every soft creak of the floor sounded louder than it should have. I could hear the quiet brush of the nightg